Hidden Recesses

 

Concealed in the recesses of my mind

I search for precious artefacts to find

In darkened corners beneath old dust sheets

are cherished memories now well deceased

Past lovers, their memorabilia and letters

with a dust laden portrait of an English Setter

Fragments of jewellery, cufflinks and more

in an old discarded chest of drawers

A gas mask, dog tags and two worn chevrons

old newspapers and scrap books are someone elses

My old school bazer and cap of unlearned days

lie in the wardrobes amongst many a dog eared page

A framed picture of our wartime leader

at a time when I was an avid reader

Some memories which are draped in shame

of my first orgasm and the mess it made

My father who scolded me as a ´box watcher´

as I gazed endlessly at our new found TV monster

My mother who faked faints to draw attention

something quite beyond my comprehension

A pin up which fuelled unconcealed lust

and an old worn wallet to reveal I was always bust

The recesses of this darkened cavern

not yet fully revisited or unravelled

Lie waiting for a closer inspection

as it is the sum total of my life´s digestion